Gifts

The Prado

Negative Gears

Spain

Toledo

We Love Snow

Lovely Lady Dressed in Blue

Lovely Lady Dressed in Blue
Teach me how to pray.
God was just your little boy
Tell me what to say.
Did you lift Him up sometimes,
Gently on your knee.
And did you sing to Him
The way mother does to me.
Did you try telling Him stories of the world?
And, oh, did He cry?
Do you think He minds if I tell Him things,
Just little things that happen?
And do the angels' wings make a noise?
Can He hear me if I speak low?
Does He hear me now?
Lovely Lady dressed in blue,
Teach me how to pray.
God was just a little boy
You know the way
You know what to say.

Justice shall flourish in his time, and fullness of peace for ever

May his name be blessed forever;
as long as the sun his name shall remain.
In him shall all the tribes of the earth be blessed;
all the nations shall proclaim his happiness.

Steady your hearts, because the coming of the Lord is at hand

THIRD SUNDAY OF ADVENT

The L

Shopping for veggies

East Harlem

Refections of Venus

Thursday of the First Week of Advent

Is 26:1-6

On that day they will sing this song in the land of Judah:

“A strong city have we;
he sets up walls and ramparts to protect us.
Open up the gates
to let in a nation that is just,
one that keeps faith.
A nation of firm purpose you keep in peace;
in peace, for its trust in you.”

Cross Bronx Expressway

Green Light

Winter Morning

High flying Bird

Endless Time

Time is endless in thy hands, my lord.
There is none to count thy minutes.

Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers.
Thou knowest how to wait.

Thy centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild flower.

We have no time to lose,
and having no time we must scramble for a chance.
We are too poor to be late.

And thus it is that time goes by
while I give it to every querulous man who claims it,
and thine altar is empty of all offerings to the last.

At the end of the day I hasten in fear lest thy gate be shut;
but I find that yet there is time.


Rabindranath Tagore

The path to higer education.........

ornament

Jesus Joy of My Desire

Follow in the darkest nights the things that impel you

Taking Over Me

The answer is blowing in the wind

A social persona

So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late

girl in mellow yellow

You will be hated by all because of my name

THIRTY-THIRD SUNDAY IN ORDINARY TIME




Lo, the day is coming, blazing like an oven,
when all the proud and all evildoers will be stubble,
and the day that is coming will set them on fire,
leaving them neither root nor branch,
says the LORD of hosts.
But for you who fear my name, there will arise
the sun of justice with its healing rays

cold dark matter

Dios mio mi corazon esta firme

engine 54

marching to a different drummer

fishing

Introibo ad altare Dei

Emitte lucem tuam et veritatem tuam: ipsa me deduxerunt et adduxerunt in montem sanctum tuum, et in tabernacula tua.

Pame Gi Allou

BLS Halloween

Fall in Madrid

A horse with no name

The Bronco Buster by Frederic Remington (October 4, 1861 - December 26, 1909) was an American painter, illustrator, sculptor, and writer who specialized in depictions of the American West.

The Lord is a God of Justice

Sir 35:12-14, 16-18

The LORD is a God of justice,
who knows no favorites.
Though not unduly partial toward the weak,
yet he hears the cry of the oppressed.
The Lord is not deaf to the wail of the orphan,
nor to the widow when she pours out her complaint.
The one who serves God willingly is heard;
his petition reaches the heavens.
The prayer of the lowly pierces the clouds;
it does not rest till it reaches its goal,
nor will it withdraw till the Most High responds,
judges justly and affirms the right,
and the Lord will not delay.

Mac fans wait in rain to buy leopard

If you can keep your head

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

--Rudyard Kipling

The chains of karma

Montserrat Spain

The Mind is Wider than the Sky

TWENTY-NINTH SUNDAY IN ORDINARY TIME

I lift up my eyes toward the mountains;
whence shall help come to me?
My help is from the LORD,
who made heaven and earth.

Listening to our Ancestors

Battery Park NYC

Black Magic Woman

Monroe Campus Community Meeting Oct 17 2007

It's nice to be in Nice in the spring.

Diamond Head

Greek and Roman Galleries

France in the Summer

Sunset at Mt Tibidabo

Fes at Sunset